sometimes the truth lies in zeugma
I watched with binoculars; I watched with disgust. The storm took my wheat; took my dreams and left dust.
Some cattle left flying; some cattle left alone. The storm broke all records; the storm broke up my home.
I raged at the twister, raised shovel in hand; looking at the vortex and looking for a plan.
I drove my tractor to drive home a point. If I’m what you aim for, I aim to disappoint.
I drove to the quarry; I drove it insane. Or that’s how it appeared when the twister turned rain.
I rebuilt my red barn and rebuilt my farm life. No eye of a storm out stares this farmer’s eyes.
Livestock, full of adventure, are now full of their feed. Most landed in safety, most landed on their feet.
One pig flew through the sky and flew into a legend. Flying is the answer, but the pig is still in question.
